Not Man Enough

Chapter 1 by Bushlick Bushlick

My name is Vince. I’m 28, 6’3”, 203 pounds, black hair & sorta green eyes. I work out almost daily, so I’m pretty ripped. Not pumped up and Hulk-like, but a nice, symmetrically proportioned hard body. I’ve got a good job in advertising sales and drive a new BMW convertible. I’ve been called handsome, charming, smooth, etc. In fact, I’ve always had it pretty easy with the ladies. I never have to pursue for long, and I always catch what I pursue. Perhaps that’s what led me to where I am now.

Sara worked in the office of one of my clients. What attracted me to her, besides her hot body, was her bubbly personality. She wasn’t super-model, knock-out gorgeous, but had natural beauty that didn’t require much make-up. Combine that with what I guessed was a 34-24-36 figure on a medium frame, short cut brunette hair, and a great smile, and you’ll understand why I was smitten. And she dressed sexy! Just classy enough for work, but just short of sluttish, was her style. I don’t think many women could pull off 4 inch stilettos, and fish net stockings with a tight business suit. But she did.

She was always friendly in our business dealings, but somewhat aloof whenever I asked her out. She didn’t wear a ring, so I guessed she was involved, but not seriously. I’d see her about 2 or 3 times a month, and always ask her out to lunch or dinner, and she’d always cheerfully decline.

One day, I was scheduled to meet Sara’s boss for lunch Saggio’s; a trendy eatery downtown.
When I got there, I didn’t see Mr. Baron, and was surprised to see Sara instead. I admired her as I approached the table.

“So, we get to do lunch, at last.” I said as pulled out a chair. Sara had been looking at the menu and I’d surprised her.

“Oh! Vince!” She looked up, a little startled, but flashed me her pretty smile. “Mr. Baron had a family emergency, so he sent me.”

“Well, too bad for him, but lucky for me.” I replied.

By now, Sara was pulling papers from her briefcase, ready to get to business. For the next 20 minutes or so, we talked business, exchanged some papers, ordered lunch and behaved professionally. I admit that I took a couple of peeks down her blouse, and was becoming slightly aroused. We finished business just as the food arrived.
We eat and engaged in small-talk. After we finished, I just sat and listened to her talk about her apartment building, while I had a little fantasy about her bedroom.

“You’re not listening anymore.” She teased.

“Uh, Sure I was.” I lied. She gave me one of those ‘I know better.’ Looks. “OK, I wasn’t. I was wondering why you’d never go out with me. We had a pretty good time, here, no?”

“Well, yes.” She replied.

“So why wouldn’t you go out with me, of all the times I’ve asked.”

Her answer almost knocked me off my chair.

“I don’t think you’re man enough for what I like.” She smiled so sweetly while crushing my ego. I was virtually speechless.

“Wha, what?” I stammered. “Not man enough?” Before I could become upset, she patted me on the hand.

“Now, don’t take that personally. I like girls, a lot, and only very certain guys. I just don’t think you’re one of them.”

I was still stuck on Not Man Enough. I couldn’t remember anyone ever saying I was N.M.E, and I couldn’t imagine what I was N.M.E. for.

“Not man enough? For what? I like girls a lot too. Not man enough for what?”

“Vince, calm down. I didn’t say you’re not a man. I’m sure you’ve rocked the world of many women. And given the chance, you’d give mine a good rocking too. But for me, there’s more to it than that.”

My mind was reeling. The “more to it part” made me think she meant the sappy, romantic stuff. But the N.M.E. part,,,,,,,

“More to it than that? What does that mean?” I was becoming agitated and confused.

Sara patted my hand like I was a little boy. “Vince, calm down. You’re making a scene.”

I glanced around and saw several people suddenly avert their eyes. Taking a deep breath, I slumped back in my chair. Sara squeezed my hand and smiled sweetly.

“Now. That’s better.” She was being sweet, and patronizing at the same time. “I didn’t mean to hurt your ego, Vince. But since I did, that just proves my point. But to prove my point to you, we’ll have to go out.”

“Well, finally.” I said. “That’s all I wanted in the first place.”

Sara gave me her sweet, patronizing smile as she stood to leave.

“You’ve heard of club S&G?” I nodded. “Then meet me there around 11 on Friday night.”

With that, she bent down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and left. I ordered a Jack & Coke, and thought it over. The N.M.E. thing had bruised my ego. Maybe I’d blow off the date; That would put Sara in her place. But then again, I’d been asking for a date for months; Could I pass up this opportunity?

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